Eavan Boland Quotes

• It was the first gift he ever gave her (Black Lace)
• These are wild roses, appliquéd on silk by hand, darkly picked, stitched boldly, quickly (Black Lace)
• The blackbird on this first sultry morning, in summer, finding buds, worms, fruits, feels the heat. Suddenly she puts out her wing - the whole, full, fliratious span of it (Black Lace)
• A woman leans down to catch a child who has run into her arms (This Moment)
• Small things are getting ready to happen out of sight (this Moment)
• And living, learn, must learn from you, dead (Child)
• Yesterday I knew no lullaby (Child)
• your final cry, your murder, your broken image, your final sleep (Child)
• Why for that, cunning as housewives, each eyed - as if at a corner butcher - the other's buttock (Famine Road)
• What is your body now if not a famine road? (Famine Road)
• Nothing unusual about the clip, clop, casual (War Horse)
• Only a crocus its bulbous head blown from growth, one of the screamless dead (War Horse)
• Like corpes, remote, crushed, mutilated (War Horse)